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 Amy Hazelton instructed to play "That thing that goes 'ta-ta-tum-te-ta,' you know, and not too fast!" Cecily, flushed and merry, her hands full of crumpled one-dollar bills, was pulled to her feet by Larry and another youth and literally fought over. Finally Dinny Purviance settled the question by carrying her off himself.

Jock danced with Peg. She had pulled her apron around so that it hung from her shoulders down her back like a court train; now she threw it over both their heads. There was an outbreak of comment: "Holy smoke, will you pipe that?" . . . "What is it?" . . . "It's the covered wagon!" . . . "It's a laundry bag with legs!" . . . "Hey, Johnny, better look into this!"

Peg, paying no attention, said in Jock's ear under the sheltering gingham, "She's a knockout! Who is she?"

"Cecily Graves. Little friend of mine—mine and Yvonne's."

"Since when?"

"Oh, I've known her a long time. Met her over a year ago, and discovered her again New Year's Eve."

"I should think you'd feel as though you'd discovered America," Peg declared briskly. "I'm sold on her. So's Johnny. So's everybody. Be sure to bring her again."

"I will," Jock promised. Even as he promised, he thought, "But I can't, very many times. I'll be married in a month, and they don't want Yvonne."

Some one lifted the apron neatly from their heads by means of an umbrella, Peg meantime complaining that it was a shame if a lady couldn't have a little privacy in her own home. Jock observed that Cecily was dancing now with the cadet, Scott Mason. She